E.M. (Elisabeth) Hamill writes adult science fiction and fantasy somewhere in the wilds of eastern suburban Kansas. A nurse by day, wordsmith by night, she has sworn never to grow up and get boring.
Frequently under the influence of caffeinated beverages, she also writes as Elisabeth Hamill for young adult readers in fantasy with the award-winning Songmaker series.
She lives with her family, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.
**This is only ten Kindle pages so I really can't give more than 3 stars but it's good writing.
Interesting look at the end of love and/or affection, or is it the end? A splash of magic, a touch of eroticism, a dash of horror along with the paint.
Soft, accusing eyes of the subjects on the wall, frozen in moments of ecstasy, followed him as he selected a special canvas from the stack he kept for occasions like this. Heartbreak. Mercy fucks. The end of a love affair.
Paint is an abstract portrait written in ten pages, it makes this short story hard to review. It's vivid but obtuse.
I like Elisabeth Hamill's writing style, she mixes it up, and Paint does nothing to dissuade my interest in her writing, it bolsters my beliefs that she is a great addition to queer storytelling.
I love E.M. Hamill's writing. She's one of the few authors I've come across in the last couple of years that captures me with her tales effortlessly. So, it's no surprise that I love everything she pens. This quick little tale is no different.
Paint, is a short yarn, something that could easily be read on a ten-minute coffee break. But don't let that deter you. Once again Hamill has managed to weave a beautiful tapestry, twisted, dark and most assuredly a walk into the deepest shadow.
Imagine a lover who's jealousy is so profound they take the "If I can't have you, neither can anyone else," to its extreme.
Immerse yourself in the feeling of being trapped forever, and surrounded by others who were also once lovers of a supernaturally talented artist. Confined and locked in a permanent state of bloody, exquisite torment.
Honestly, this is short to the extreme. But if you let your mind wander deep into a state of empathy for the lovers who once were, the full ramifications of this heinous tale linger with you for a long time.